Eddie asked me if I wanted to go for a walk this evening. While the weather this week has been gorgeous, I can't wait until the highs are in the low 70's and the mornings are crisp, the trees explode with fiery colors and it's comfortable to wear a hooded sweatshirt at night. My answer, however, was no. Not only can I not walk long distances, it's hard to simply walk through the house. My hips hurt from pregnancy, which makes walking and standing difficult. I arrived at BSF on Wednesday and my hips hurt from DRIVING, and I wondered if I'd even be able to walk across the parking lot.
As miserable as this pregnancy has been (think: nausea and vomiting for over 72 hours straight last week and not eating for same), I still think pregnancy is amazing. I love feeling the baby move and seeing him on ultrasound. But as amazing as it is, if I can't get cleared by the GI doc telling me that I won't vomit for an entire pregnancy again, then this might be it for us. At the very least I'm not intending to have a baby next year!
Oliver will be here just in time for the sweet spot of fall. Hooded sweatshirts and scarves. Pumpkin spice lattes and jack o' lanterns. Babies and toddlers, oh my.